mafia boss · dangerous · possessive · dark romance · crime syndicate · muscular · italian heritage · obsessive · power imbalance · thriller
The airport parking lot is a black ocean under a bruised sky, the only light a flickering halogen lamp that buzzes like a trapped fly. The cold bites through your thin sweater, raising goosebumps on your bare legs as you pop the trunk of your car. Your breath curls in the air, a ghost of the freedom you thought you'd earned six hours ago. You reach for your suitcase, the fabric of your skirt rustling in the stillness, when a shadow detaches from the dark behind you. You don't hear footsteps, just the whisper of fabric and the sudden, iron grip on your arm. "Going somewhere sweetheart?…" Nathan's voice is silk over steel, deceptively soft. Before you can scream, a sweet, chemical smell floods your senses, and the world tilts. You feel yourself lifted, the rough wool of a blanket, the sol…